“You ready for me, Lainey, baby?”
She gave me a delirious nod.
“I’m clean. Just checked last month,” I informed her as I lined up my cock at her entrance, ready to thrust forward. “You okay with me skipping a condom? I want to feel you bare.”
Not to mention, I didn’t plan on fucking any other woman but her, so this was just a formality. I’d be nutting inside her as often as she’d let me. Lainey would be in my bed every fucking night after this.
“Yes. Please, Pagan.”
“You beg for my cock so pretty, baby,” I informed her as I drove inside, pushing hard to fill her in one brutal punch of my hips.
Lainey clawed at my arms, eyes widening when she felt my girth stretching her. “Pagan.” She panted a few breaths. “So big.”
“Didn’t you notice that already?” She sure glanced at my crotch often enough to figure it out. In the hospital, she saw me step out of the shower one of the days that she arrived. I’d been thinking of her, and my dick had swelled right before she entered the room.
“Yes, but feeling you.” She bit her lower lip. “Much different.”
“Wait until I fuck you, darlin’. It’s gonna blow your mind.”
So what if I was cocky? Neither of us was a saint. We both fucked a lot of people in the past. It was safe to say we both knew a lot of tricks in the bedroom. Nothing wrong with us both using that to our advantage.
Hell, I still wanted her to ride me like a fucking porn star. That recurring dream wouldn’t go away.
I had to leverage myself on the mattress, being careful of my movements since sex was definitely testing my pain tolerance. With my free hand, I roamed her curves, gripping her ass and slapping it before sliding my fingers over her hip. I slid them onto her clit, pressing down as I began to strum the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Pagan!” Lainey cried, her neck arched as she reached upward and slapped the wall above her head. I’d pumped into her so hard we moved up the mattress, the headboard slamming into the wall.
The neighbors were gonna hear just how good and hard I fucked my woman. It almost made me laugh.
Her palms rested against the wall as I continued to pound her pussy, driving her deep into the mattress. The sheets had long since fallen over the side, draping the floor. “Pagan. Please.”
“What do you need, gorgeous? You wanna come?”
She moaned an answer, thrashing her head from side to side.
I loved seeing her come undone, so fucking lost in the moment that it overwhelmed and controlled her. I pistoned my hips and found her sweet spot, hitting it as she came.
This woman shouted my name like I was a god, and she was worshipping me. She nearly sang out her orgasm, lost to the sensations in her body as I pumped a few more times.
I shuddered as I filled her, thrusting hard until I was spent. When I began to withdraw, I saw my cum leaking out, and I scooped it up, pushed it back in, and used my cock to bury it deeper. I didn’t want any of it outside of her body.
In my mind, I claimed her.
Lainey was mine. And I would make damn sure she knew it.
Chapter 5 Lainey
Iwoke with pressure on my bladder, blinking my eyes open to realize that I was resting on my left side and Pagan’s arm was securely wrapped around me, holding me tightly against his chest even as he slept. His light snores were the only noise in the dark room. I couldn’t be sure how long we slept after he pulled out and kissed me, rolling onto his back.
He must have been in pain since we never stopped to pick up his medication, but he never faltered. He fucked me even better than he promised, and I wanted more. A lot more.
I was sore and sticky between my thighs in the best way. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this well-used and satisfied. It had been years.
Nope. I wasn’t comparing him to anyone. Pagan held his own. In fact, I could say with confidence that he pretty much fucked any other guy out of my head and left me with only thoughts of him. He used his cock in ways I didn’t know were possible. How could a guy know exactly which angle I needed, or how to stroke just right and deep enough to make me gush? Pagan did.
That was talent.
My bladder wouldn’t be refused, and I quietly slipped out of his embrace, moving slowly so I didn’t wake him. He needed the rest. I bet he never got more than a few hours of uninterrupted sleep the entire time he was in the hospital.
